Normally, I don't care much about my clothes. (My family will attest to this). I think one of the reasons Sandi married me was because I was somewhat of a fashion project.

My motto: If it is comfy, I'll wear it.Her motto: If I am willing to be seen with you wearing it, then you'll wear it.

One definition of marriage = "motto a motto". I'll give you one guess how that works out. Once in awhile, however, I resist and act out in a passive-aggressive sort of way. I wear my sweater inside out, with the label showing. You know, then I sneak out the door before she notices. But then I get to work and all my students notice that my sweater is on, inside out

Which brings me to the subject of travel clothes. Travel clothes are low maintenance - easy to wash, quick to dry, wrinkle free, and easy to scrunch and pack. They are often limited in terms of variety and style - but they are supposed to be light and most importantly, comfortable... which automatically means I like 'em. For this trip, it wasn't until I spread out all my travel clothes on the bed (before packing) that I noticed I had accidentally and over time only chosen clothes in various shades of grey. Like my hair. Which I shaved off.

But let me talk about the Rolling Stones for a second. (It will make sense in a minute). Back on the '60s, the Stones put out a psychedlic pop song - "She's a Rainbow." Here are the lyrics:

She comes in colors ev'rywhere; She combs her hair She's like a rainbow Coming, colors in the air everywhere She comes in colors

Inspired by Mick and the boys, I wrote a travel song for myself (actually, as if you care, Brian Jones was my favourite Stone, musically speaking):

He comes in drab tones ev'rywhereHe has no hairHe's not a rainbowComing, flying through the air, everywhereHe comes in greyscale

Yup, still a fashion project.

And hey, if you like the real Stones song, check out this Youtube clip, complete with some really cool art, drawn to accompany it. I had nothing to do with it. Obviously.